The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 349) I Tend To Plan
“I remember you referencing your Grandmother several times the night we spent at your cottage.” Lyla laughs in a shy manner. “Ah, yes. I was quite fond of her.” Crispin raises his glass. “A toast, to dearest smiling Maimeo Caer Duff,” Lyla raises her glass to his and holds it there as he speaks.
“It is easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song, but the one worthwhile is the one who will smile, when everything goes dead wrong.” Crispin runs his finger along Lyla’s hand. “For the test of the heart is trouble, and it always comes with years, and the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through the tears.” He clinks his glass to hers and they both take a drink.
“You loved her very much, didn’t you?” Lyla smiles and Crispin nods yes and takes another drink of wine. “So, what did she say about you?” She asks as she puts her glass to her lips and watches him over the rim.
“Um, when I was young she used this the most.” Crispin clears his throat as if preparing for a speech. “No matter how tall your grandfather was, you have to do your own growing.”
“What about now?” Lyla asks. “Well, the dear sweet woman has been gone now for several years but this was a reference she used often.” Crispin sets his glass down and glances away for a moment then looks at Lyla,
“If he’s not fishing, he’s mending his nets.” Crispin looks very serious for several seconds then smiles and says, “In other words, I tend to plan things carefully.” Lyla smiles back but then becomes a bit more subdued.
“Did you plan this?” she asks as a challenge as she looks him in the eyes almost defiant. “No,” he replies without wavering or breaking his gaze.
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